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“So you got out?”
“No. I changed things from within.” He drained the rest of his scotch. “I won the election for president with the promise that we were going to get out of the life. No more brothers in jail, no more brothers dead at the hands of rival gangs, no more of their wives grieving and trying to raise kids as single moms. That was three years ago, and today we are 100% legal. We stay on the right side of the law. We’re a motorcycle club again… not a gang.”
He sounded sincere.
I wanted to believe him.
But I knew he was probably a professional bullshitter.
Plus, other things were clouding my judgment.
Like how much I wanted to feel those arms around me again.
He looked over at me. “That scare you?”
“What, the prison time?”
“You said you didn’t want to get involved with a guy with a history.”
He was staring deep into my eyes now.
“…we’ve all got histories,” I said quietly.
There was a second’s pause, and then he leaned in and kissed me.
I closed my eyes and took him in. The taste of good scotch. The feeling of his body, hard and muscular, pressing against me. His arms, strong and powerful, circling around me. The intoxicating scent that was purely him, musk and spice and the smell of desert sage on his clothes.
He was forceful but gentle. His lips pressed hard against mine in a possessive way I’d never felt before. His arms gripped me to him, and I felt completely safe and surrounded as I opened my mouth to him.
His tongue found mine, and scotch and wine mixed as we kissed long and slow.
Long and slow gradually turned into feverish and intense.
His hands clutched at my lower back… then lower, cupping my ass.
On this particular occasion, I didn’t mind. At all.
I luxuriated in the feel of him. The warmth of his skin on mine… those big, strong arms… that massive chest…
…and a firm, thick pressure in his pants, pressed against my belly.
I could feel his cock beneath his jeans.
It was… big. I couldn’t tell how big, exactly, but it seemed a good bit more than I’d ever encountered before.
And it was getting larger by the second.
I ground my body against him, wanting to feel the size of it, the hardness of it.
I was rewarded.
I could feel it move with each pulse of his heartbeat, going from off to the side to fully erect, hard and thick against my body.
Jesus I wanted to feel it.
Wanted to feel it in my hand… in my mouth…
…inside me.
